THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled himself out to the curb. A of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into the ring with Tys